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Subject: {ASS} "Raga" by Taria #2/2
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Continued from #1/2
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"Ooh yeah, baby, that was good. Was it good for you too, baby?"
"Mm."
"Well, now it's time for the main event, baby."
"Umm."
"That's it, open 'em wide, show me that hairy pussy."
" "
"Oh, yeah, baby, I'm gonna fuck you so hard..."
"Ungh--"
"Yeah, you're so tight, I'm gonna make you beg--"
"Ow!"
"Oh shit, yeah, like that, I'm gonna fuck your tight pussy--"
"A-ow-ungh--"
"Oh fuck, fuckin'-- huh--hungh--huh--unnh--yeah..."
" "
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They sat on the lush carpets, wrapping themselves around each other. The
girl's breasts pressed firmly into the Prince's chest as she pulled herself
closer and closer to him. He felt her legs snake around him where he sat, her
heels locking behind him at the waist. He struggled to do the same, rueing the
passage of the years since his youth.
"I am no longer as supple as a boy," he murmured in complaint. The girl
giggled. "You are the mightiest of warriors and of men," she said, her tone
impudent, "and surely you are not yet as aged as all that!" The Prince grunted
and shifted his buttocks beneath him. After a bit more shuffling and grunting
he too managed to encircle her with his legs and touch his feet together at her
back. "So here we are, you and I," he said. "Yes," she breathed, pressing up
against him. They remained in that position, wrapped around each other and
locked together. As they sat their bodies were close, connected, as if the two
were one being. Together they remained still, feeling their hearts beat
together and their chests rise and fall as one. The points of contact between
them were so many that the Prince could not tell where he ended and she began.
For a long moment she clasped herself to him. Then she reached out and grasped
him at the wrist; he, in turn, wrapped his long fingers around her slender
wrist. With her other hand she reached down between them, and the Prince felt
her soft touch as she angled his still-erect organ. She shifted her pelvis
with just the barest hint of awkwardness, and then raised her free hand to take
his. For an instant the Prince marveled at the many circles they made, their
legs holding their bodies together, their linked arms completing their
connectedness. For that single moment the entire universe was still with their
stillness. There was no movement, there was no sound. There was only the
circle, only the two of them that formed it and were bound within it.
Then the girl moved. She leaned her upper body back and thrust her hips with a
small, slight movement that was enough to press herself around his erection.
The Prince felt the resistance as she took him just inside her opening, and saw
the pain in her expression. "Little One--" he protested, but she merely pushed
harder, pushing him into her. He flexed his own hips to help, and then she
thrust powerfully, impaling herself upon him. Her hands were as tight as
chains around his wrists, her legs like strong cords as she began to move
within their embrace. Back and forth she rocked against him, her tight sex
clenching and burning around him as she moved.
Suddenly he felt a burst of hot wetness from within her, and the dry friction
of their joining gave way to smooth slickness. The girl gasped loudly and
stopped moving, as if in shock. The Prince let his breath out with a whoosh
and grinned with pleasure. With his arms and wrists he pulled carefully at the
girl and set her in motion once again, swinging her gently against him. With
every sway he could feel his lingam plow deeper into her yoni, and as the
moisture within her flowed more copiously she picked up the rhythm of the
swinging and began thrusting in earnest.
As her arousal mounted the girl clung to the Prince tighter and tighter, the
muscles in her forearms and thighs tensing around him. She brought her face
close to his and locked her eyes upon his, refusing to loose his gaze as her
pleasure grew. He could see her rising desire in her eyes, and heard it in her
ragged breathing and uncontrolled moans. With his limbs he could feel the
clenching of her body, the muscles beneath the skin rippling as the force of
their coupling coursed through her. This had a tremendous effect on his own
feelings of pleasure, and as their swinging and thrusting grew in power and
velocity each of them could feel the other getting closer to release.
Still holding him tightly in every way the girl cried out, and then planted her
mouth on his. Their mouths opened in their deep kiss, and the girl began to
moan and then scream into the Prince's mouth. Wrapped around her as he was the
Prince could feel her entire body shudder and convulse as she ascended to her
peak. Violently she rammed herself against him, plunging his straining manhood
deeper into her than he could imagine. With a cry of his own the Prince felt
himself lose any last vestiges of control, and together they erupted as one,
their bodies united in ecstasy as they were in flesh.
As the waves of intense pleasure ebbed, the girl's breathing coming in sobs in
the aftermath of her climax. She loosened her hold on his arms and rested
against his broad chest. As she lay recovering in his embrace, the Prince
tenderly smoothed the wildness of her hair and held her close.
"Aahhh," she sighed deeply. "My Rajah..."
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"Who the fuck is Roger?!"
"Whuh? Wha?"
"You just said Roger. What the fuck does that mean?"
"I don't know what you mean--"
"Shit! What the fuck, anyway!"
"Look--"
"Hell, you were loving the shit outta me a minute ago!"
"What? What are you--"
"Well, all I can say is that I am fucking great in the rack."
"I never said you--"
"Fuckin' A, the way you were screaming everybody knows it."
"Mmm."
"That's right. I gave it to you better'n any fuckin' Roger."
"Mmm."
"You're OK, baby, even if you don't talk much."
" "
"You -- yaaaawn -- you're one fine piece of ass, all right..."
" "
"Got lucky with me, you bet..."
"Mm-hmm."
"Hunh -- I gave you a great fuck, all right..."
"Uh-huh."
"I'm all the man you need..."
" "
"Zz-zzzzzz..."
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END
Thanks to: Nancy Friday; THE GARDEN OF DESIRE, a new book about women's erotic
fantasies; "Ravi Shankar In San Francisco," 1967.
My stories can be found at: <http://members.aol.com/TariaT>
E-mail correspondence is always welcome: <TariaT@aol.com>.
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i write because
i have to
---- Nikki Giovanni, "Boxes"
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